The Poetical Works of Alexander PopeW.P. Nimmo, 1878 - 448 pages |
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... truth , which generally their booksellers are the first that inform them of . This happens not till they have spent too much of their time , to apply to any profession which might better fit their talents ; and till such talents as they ...
... truth , which generally their booksellers are the first that inform them of . This happens not till they have spent too much of their time , to apply to any profession which might better fit their talents ; and till such talents as they ...
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... truth , whatever is very good sense , must have been common sense in all times ; and what we call learning , is but the knowledge of the sense of our predecessors . Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own , because they ...
... truth , whatever is very good sense , must have been common sense in all times ; and what we call learning , is but the knowledge of the sense of our predecessors . Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own , because they ...
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... truth which time shall discover to the prejudice of these writings ; not so much as wishing so ir- rational a thing , as that everybody should be deceived merely for my credit . However , I desire it may then be considered , that there ...
... truth which time shall discover to the prejudice of these writings ; not so much as wishing so ir- rational a thing , as that everybody should be deceived merely for my credit . However , I desire it may then be considered , that there ...
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... Truth breaks upon us with resistless day . Trust not yourself ; but your defects to know , Make use of every friend - and every foe . A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep , or taste not the Pierian spring : Their shallow ...
... Truth breaks upon us with resistless day . Trust not yourself ; but your defects to know , Make use of every friend - and every foe . A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep , or taste not the Pierian spring : Their shallow ...
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... truth convinced at sight we find , That gives us back the image of our mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . 300 For works may have more wit than does them good , As bodies ...
... truth convinced at sight we find , That gives us back the image of our mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . 300 For works may have more wit than does them good , As bodies ...
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Page 76 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 414 - How loved, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 69 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 18 - But most by numbers judge a poet's song, And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong: In the bright muse, though thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire...
Page 15 - Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
Page 165 - tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out : Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, thro...
Page 111 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 83 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 176 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys; So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 112 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.